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Paroles: Ian Kelly Musique: Ian Kelly Fake World You see this man With the cross on his arm and his eyes full of pain With a can in a bag and a cat in the rain With the crack as a tag and the shame in his veins You see this guy With a fifty G ride and a nice matching' tie With a sexy mistress and a great alibi With his confident look it doesn't seem like he cries We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games See this girl She does her twirl, she looks like a pearl She spends her money on her nice curls And her fake tan and tits in her fake world We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games I feel tired It's a fake world SongtexteNow you see me I think that I am good and free What you don't know I think I see I've circled down your reality (but what do I know) We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games Aus Songtexte Mania